My father is not rich, but successful, highly intelligent and in possession of a great sense of humor.
When I turned 25, like his father before, (my grand-dad) he financed a trip to Amsterdam for me, complete with an introduction at my hotel, by a lovely middle-aged woman who was to tour me through Amsterdam's Red Light District...in particular, De Wallen, the largest area where one could find truly unusual sex workers (as they are called there).

Before we left, the lovely lady introduced me to an elderly gent who had a British accent (from my point of view as an American) and who was a permanent resident at the hotel (therefore, one would guess, wealthy). He lived there and took daily visits to the Red Light District, as he had done for years and he knew countless people who worked there in the Brothels. The old timer had fucked someone in the district seven days a week for over ten years, so he said.

The lady who introduced me to the old man, (I will call him Erich, because despite his British accent he said he was German) told me that Erich would be my actual tour guide. I had no qualms about that. Erich smoked and asked if I minded. I said "not at all," and he smiled. He took out a cigarette holder about six inches long ("Shorter than my cock, as you will see if you wish," he said, smiling) and lit up with an old fashioned Zippo lighter (still sold today) that he claimed was a gift from his father a WWII soldier who was imprisoned for a year or so after WWII and befriended an American who gave it to him. "I love the sound when I slap it shut," he said, smiling.

We took a cab to De Wallen and he said, "Let me guess what you want." We first went to a building that looked like a quaint old hotel. It hosted a service with different activity. In one room, where I quickly got an erection, each four feet or so on all four walls, were nude girls and women that you could see only from the waist down since the rest of them was on a cot beyond the wall. The rules were strict. You could purchase vaginal sex or anal sex but must wear a condom. If you selected anal you could not switch to vaginal without going to the cashier's to purchase a new condom. In short, there was no pulling out and switching from one to another. Erich warned not to have an orgasm but to save myself for "other journeys." Erich took his cock out and started stroking it, slowly. He was not huge but had an impressive, rock hard cock for a very old timer. He pointed out a slim girl's ass on the wall, waved me to it and winked.

I slipped into the girl's vagina and could feel it pulsating. Her vagina was actually milking my cock like a cow's udder. Quickly, I found myself approaching my climax and with all the will power I could muster, pulled out. back then, at 25 I did not have much sex experience but never even imagined anything like that. Erich, laughing, went up to the wall and started fucking the girl. He said, "Wait for her pulsation then drive it in," then showing me. The rest of the morning was filled with amazing, parallel enjoyments. We went to a cannabis bar where I had some hashish brownies and coffee.

Back at the hotel, I had a note waiting for me from the middle-aged lady who said she would join me for dinner if I wished. I called the number on the note and she joined me for dinner an hour later. She had on a marvelous suit and looked impeccable. Seeing my interest in her she said, "I'm not a sex-worker, if you are wondering." I blurted out, "Oh, no, I did not mean to stare." She was at least twice my age. She accompanied me back to the room carrying a brandy from the dining room. At the door, from nowhere, she whispered, "Yes, if you wish."

I took about five minutes disrobing her and we did it all until six in the morning then went to sleep, Before I left Amsterdam, she said, "Erich is my father. He likes you very much and sends his regards to your grand-father, who as a boy in the U.S. Army was kind to a German prisoner of war and gave him a Zippo to light his only American cigarette.